Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
This I foresaw. Take comfort, H shall walk in clouds, but I'll discover him: And he shall find, and feel, if he excuse not, And with strong reasons this gross injury, I can make use of my authority. WHat flames are these my wild desires fan in me? The torch that feeds them, was not lighted at Thy altars, Cupid: vindicate thyself, And do not own it: and confirm it rather, That this infernal brand that turns me cinders, Was by the snake-haired Sisters thrown into My guilty bosom. O that I was ever Accursed in having issue: my son's blood, (That like the poisoned shirt of Hercules Grows to each part about me) which my hate Forced from him with much willingness, may admit Some weak defence; but my most impious love To my fair daughter Theocrine, none. Since my affection (rather wicked lust) That does pursue her, is a greater crime Than any detestation, with which I should afflict her innocence. With what cunning I have betrayed myself, and did not feel The scorching heat that now with fury rages Why was I tender of her? covered with That fond disguise, this mischief stole upon me. I thought it no offence to kiss her often, O twine mine armes about her softer neck, And by false shadows of a father's kindness I long deceived myself: but now the effect Is too apparent. How I strove to be In her opinion held the worthiest man In courtship, form, and feature, envying him That was preferred before me, and yet then My wishes to myself were not discovered. But still my fires increased, and with delight I would call her mistress, wilfully forgetting The name of daughter choosing rather she Should style me servant, then with reverence father, Yet mocking I ne'er cherished obscene hopes, But in my troubled slumbers often thought She was too near to me, and then sleeping blushed At my imagination which passed My eyes being open, not condemning it, I was ravished with the pleasure of the dream, Yet spite of these temptations I have reason That pleads against'em, and commands me to Extinguish these abominable fires, And I will do it, I will send her back To him that loves her lawfully, Within there? Sir did you call? I look no sooner on her, But all my boasted power of reason leaves me, And passion again usurps her Empire, does none else wait me? I am wretched sir, should any owe more duty. This is worse than disobedience, leave me. On my knees sir, as I have ever squared my will by yours. And liked, and loathed with your eyes: I beseech you To teach me what the nature of my fault is, That hath incensed you, (sure 'tis one of weakness And not of malice) which your gentler temper On my submission I hope will pardon, Which granted by your piety, if that I Out of the least neglect of mine hereafter, Make you remember it, may I sink ever Under your dread command.
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This I foresaw. Take comfort, H shall walke in clouds, but I'll discover him: And he shall finde, and feele, if he excuse not, And with strong reasons this grosse injurie, I can make use of my authoritie. WHat flames are these my wild desires fan in me? The torch that feeds them, was not lighted at Thy altars, Cupid: vindicate thy selfe, And doe not own it: and confirme it rather, That this infernall brand that turnes me cyndars, Was by the snake-hair'd Sisters throwne into My guiltie bosome. O that I was ever Accurs'd in having issue: my sonnes bloud, (That like the poyson'd shirt of Hercules Growes to each part about me) which my hate Forc'd from him with much willingnesse, may admit Some weake defence; but my most impious love To my faire daughter Theocrine, none. Since my affection (rather wicked lust) That does pursue her, is a greater crime Than any detestation, with which I should afflict her innocence. With what cunning I have betray'd my selfe, and did not feele The scorching heat that now with furie rage Why was I tender of her? cover'd with That fond disguise, this mischiefe stole upon me. I hought it no offence to kisse her often, O twine mine armes about her softer neck, And by false shadowes of a fathers kindnesse I long deceiv'd my selfe: but now the effect Is too apparent. How I strove to be In her opinion held the worthiest man In courtship, forme, and feature, envying him That was preferd before me, and yet then My wishes to my selfe were not discover'd. But still my fires increas'd, and with delight I would call her mistresse, wilfully forgetting The name of daughter choosing rather she Should stile me servant, then with reverence father, Yet mocking I nere cherish'd obscene hopes, But in my troubled slumbers often thought Shee was too neere to me, and then sleeping blush'd At my imagination which pass'd My eyes being open, not condemning it, I was ravish'd with the pleasure of the dreame, Yet spight of these temptations I have reason That pleades against'em, and commands me to Extinguish these abhominable fires, And I will doe it, I will send her backe To him that loves her lawfully, Within there? Sir did you call? I looke no sooner on her, But all my boasted power of reason leaves me, And passion againe usurpes her Empire, does none else wait me? I am wretched sir, should any owe more duty. This is worse then disobedience, leave me. On my knees sir, as I have ever squard my will by yours. And lik'd, and loath'd with your eyes: I beseech you To teach me what the nature of my fault is, That hath incensd you, (sureis one of weakenesse And not of malice) which your gentler temper On my submission I hope will pardon, Which granted by your piety, if that I Out of the least neglect of mine hereafter, Make you remember it, may I sinke ever Under your dread command.